A Poem

This is a poem from Jack Prelutsky about waking up.

I Got Out Of Bed


I got out of bed
sensing something was strange,
and swiftly discerned
that I gone through a change.
My smile in the mirror
reflected as a frown,
the head on my shoulders
had turned upside down.

The mirror revealed
that I wasn’t quite me,
my eyes filled the space
where my lips used to be.
My upside down ears
seemed unwieldy and weird,
and the hair on my head had the look of a beard.

If I should go out
in the rain, I suppose
that water would fill
my unfortunate nose.
The only advantage
I find in my head,
it’s taught me one lesson-
don’t get out of bed!